Mittwoch, 10. Oktober 2012



I see a picture of you,
I recognize you,
but I don’t know you.

I listen to your favourite song on the radio,
don’t know,
that you have listened to this song too,
some years ago.

I sit on the place,
where you’re bury,
present you a flower,
but don’t know who you are.

Many people tell stories about you,
people, who loved you,
who knew you,
who miss you.

Sometimes I envy them,
Cause I have no memory.
You are just a photo in my room. 



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